Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that
are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them
now -- displaced they're easily more safe --
the worst of it now: I can't remember your face.
Return.
For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure.
The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their toll,
and things get bent into shape...
Antiseptic and tired, I can't remember your face.
Return.
You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,
you were supposed to grow old.
Return. You were supposed to return.
1 | This Too Shall Pass |
2 | Here It Goes Again |
3 | Needing/Getting |
4 | White Knuckle |
5 | End Love |
6 | Get Over It |
7 | WTF |
8 | Last Leaf |
9 | All Is Not Lost |
10 | Do What You Want |